Tales of a woman that has been matry by her hero's fruits. She was for near safety, these monsters called the seeds of her saviours, they are nothing but disastrous, eating her up to limit, chewing up each fruit she would bear, sucking her juices off with no remorse, no food for replenish, no meal for nourishment. She is left near death.
TALES OF BONDAGE
Just over a hundred years ago, she was seen roaming the streets of Africa with parallel and embodiment of high fashion, waving back and forth to her seeds, before her foreign suitors would arrive .
They did arrive well, they came with fine possession stealing of her peace, her home, she was tricked with items like " mirror" she sold her offspring into slavery, we beconed on her she didn't listen, we called she didn't yield, the fruit's of her suitors tasted sweeter than the fruit of her land.
She was slowly stripped of her fine clothing, her priceless possessions became worthless gifts to her suitors, her tradition or values didn't matter, they took every chance to violate and destroy her pride, she was bound in chains for several years, they took dominance of her valuables. Then suddenly salvation arose.
TALES OF FREEDOM
Salvation came, just like a rushing wind would hit a tree down it's root. They didn't know what hit them, her suitors were caught unawares, her children had ripened , they grew tooth's, one which could bite, they screamed violently for the release of their mother, finally they bought her free. Merriment and joy all over the place, our mother was free, our queen Nigeria.
Like our foreign lady called her " Niger area" with clothes lined with green and laced with white robes, we celebrated, she was watched clean, we brushed her, she was ever healthy, she looked like our mother once again in her sixties looking fourty. We could drink from her breast again, her honey so sweet.
But sooner, we were dying, our saviours had begun to respond to death's call, and she was left in the hands of her children. These ones had no mercy, they ate without food for nourishment and replenish, she was starved yet, savoured till she didn't taste sweet anymore. We led into chains again oh yes chains.
TALES OF BONDAGE 2
Oh yes! Bondage yet again, but these chains are not off any suitors or alien's. These chains were unwrapped by babe's of her children, they had failed to water her leaves, she wasn't yielding anymore, their greed and fat belly's they chased, closer did she approach peril.
Her back is bent, her eyes gone far beyond repair, she cannot see, she is broken and all her children laid at her feet begging nature to please reconsider a new mother or the universe Grant's another chance. But the pot is broken, no hope whatever, uncertainty, she is gone, no salvation, help is not sooner
Oh! Our dear mother Nigeria.
at this stage i don't know if I am to cry or to weep but this is so emotional to take in